I have gotten a lot of letters about my work, most of them from criminals and subhumans, who want to sell ideas. I can rarely use them as they're in the worst possible taste, but sometimes in a grotesque sort of way ... A man in Boston sent a picture of a local shoe store, a very old one, with shoes for the club-footed, for shortened legs, etc.; underneath the window in gold-leaf on black it said, `Shoes for the entire family.'

I've noticed, riding a bike all the time as I do, that when I spot a distant pedestrian (and I have as a bicyclist lots of time to think about it) I can tell the gender long before I can see any detail. I can't figure out what the cue is exactly. Hips?